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  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

“I specifically forbade it.”

I squeeze her arm to thank her as we walk toward the limo, holding each other. That’s until Kassandra barrels into us from behind, wriggling herself in between us and wrapping one arm around our shoulders.

“I’m so glad we have the limo to go home.” She slurs her words a bit. “I could never figure how to drive on the wrong side of the road.”

I smile, nod, and silently add that driving on the right side of the road wouldn’t make much of a difference for her tonight.

Twenty-nine

Bridesmaid Wars

♥♥♥

Sunday, August 26—Chicago Area

“You know, orange really isn’t the new black.” I eye Amelia sideways as she enters my old bedroom at my parents’ house. “Why are you wearing a puffy orange meringue?”

She beams at me. “It’s bachelorette party day! Almost a week before the wedding, so you’ll have time to recoup.”

“Recoup from what?”

“It’s a surprise. Here’s your outfit.” She hands me a bridesmaid gown I had to wear at a cousin’s wedding many years ago and that I honestly thought I’d burned. I gingerly take the dress from her.

“Are we trying to get arrested by the Fashion Police?” The thing is a cotton candy nightmare of ruffles, sheer fabric, and bows. “Do I really have to wear this?”

“Yes, it’s going to be fun. Trust me!”

“I don’t see how it’s going to be fun unless we’re doing a fashion exorcism.”

“Stop complaining and get dressed!”

Kassandra bursts into the room clad in a heinous maroon tablecloth. “Is she whining about the dress?”

“Yes, she is.”

“It’s lucky I managed to find the headpiece then.” She regards me with an evil grin, shaking the flowery tiara in her hands. “Chop, chop, sistah. We don’t have all day.”

I reluctantly pull on the dress, which strangely enough still fits, while Amelia secures the tiara on my head with some bobby pins. When she’s done, she pulls my zipper up and I’m ready to go wherever they’re taking me.

“Ta-dah! I’m the bridesmaid from hell. You two happy?”

“Very.” Kassandra nods with approval. “You’re missing the shoes.” She hands me a pair of white sneakers.

I look at their feet for the first time and see they’re both wearing sneakers as well. What the hell have they planned for the bachelorette party? I put on a pair of socks and lace up the shoes as further complaints would be useless.

“Everybody else is already here,” Kassandra frets. “Let’s go before we’re late.”